"It's okay, it's okay. Your soup spilled, I'll give you a bowl."
Chanel smiled slightly, filled a bowl of soup and handed it over.
Wen Wanrou thought that Chanel was trying to please her, so her face immediately became arrogant and arrogant, but the next second, she screamed and a bowl of soup was poured on her chest!
"What, what are you doing!" She jumped up and yelled because she was so hot.
Chanel put down the bowl and said in a gentle and "sorry" tone: "I'm sorry, my hand cramped and I accidentally poured it on you. Is it hot or not? Does it matter?"
"Ms. Wen, are you okay?"
Several servants came around and handed Wen Wanrou towels and tissues.
Wen Wanrou stamped her foot fiercely and shouted at Su Shijie: "Jie, look, this old woman is bullying others."
Old woman?
Shanel raised her eyebrows. If she remembered correctly, Wen Wanrou was the same age as Mu Xicheng, and Mu Xicheng was one year older than her.
In other words, Wen Wanrou, who is one year older than Chanel, actually calls her an old woman?
Su Shijie was sitting on a chair, drinking soup lightly.
From beginning to end, he was indifferent, as if he didn't see the overt and covert fight between the two women.
In fact, he felt secretly happy, right? He didn't have to do anything, there would be a woman to help him fix her - Shanel thought fiercely in her heart.
"I'm done eating, you guys eat slowly." Chanel suddenly didn't want to see his face anymore, stood up gracefully, and left.
As soon as I turned around, I heard a gentle voice: "Stop!"
Chanel ignored her and walked straight forward, but a hand suddenly pressed her shoulder from behind!
Chanel turned around and faced her, and a bowl of soup was poured on her face.
Fortunately, Chanel reacted quickly and closed her eyes in time... The thick and hot soup dripped down her cheeks.
Chanel wiped the soup from her eyes with her sleeves, opened her eyes, and saw Wen Wanrou's sarcastic smile:
"Sorry, my hand slipped again."
Chanel exhaled patiently, but she couldn't hold back her temper. She raised her palm and was about to slap him.
Who knew that Wen Wanrou not only grabbed her wrist, but also took the opportunity to slap her in the face——
"Crack!"
The clear sound of slaps echoed in the hall.
This Wen Wanrou must have been a powerful character in normal times, and this slap seemed to have been practiced. After the slap, Chanel's high-tied hair became loose, and her cheeks immediately felt hot and painful.
Chanel was dazed for a short time, and her ears seemed to have echoes of slaps.
Wen Wanrou glared at her and said, "Fight with me, you are no match."
At this time, Aunt Li and the servants all rushed over and shouted: "Miss Wen, young lady, please stop arguing."
"We didn't argue, we were just talking about things." Wen Wanrou smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Isn't that right, Mrs. Su?"
Mrs. Su screamed with gritted teeth and threw Chanel's hand away fiercely.
Her hand was very strong, and with this throw, Chanel actually took a few steps back before she could stand firm.
"Miss Wen, stop."
When Wen Wanrou turned around, Chanel waved her palm and swept it over——
But his wrist was grabbed again.
Only this time, the one holding her wrist was not Wen Wanrou, but Su Shijie.
He stood with his backlight, his face looked a bit sinister in the darkness, and his eyes seemed to flash with distress:
"That's enough, stop making trouble."
Is he distressed? Is he distressed for Wen Wanrou?
With soup on her face, Chanel looked very embarrassed.